I always thought it was strange,

That in the night we can still somewhat see

I gaze into the ink and stars,

Reflecting the flickers of light in me

The lies hidden in dark

Will come to light eventually

Sitting in the park watching the sun rise

Peacefully waiting…

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Now I can see all of the lies

Ive been told,

The same lies that created me,

My very existence was forged in these firey globes of light

Hovering over the inky Black Sea

Though when I can’t sleep at night

I remember,

darkness finds the truth in me